Noemie's Green Naijath

Watery Tart Egg

Most of this egg is a study in blues, starting with a large band across its middle in a dark shade that's the color of fresh berries in fall. The hues blend and flow across the spectrum, from medium azure to a splash of pale like Ruatha's Ice Lake. The blues are bound on each end by a soft golden beige that corrals them into place. Contoured lines of burnt sienna weave over and through the boundary so that it looks crimped, as if shaped just so by a caring baker.

Egg Inspiration: Monty Python and the Holy Grail

"Well, you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!"

Hatching Pose: The berry-hued band that streaks the Watery Tart egg splits suddenly asunder, spilling out goo turned frothy from the tumultuous struggle of the creature inside. But where is that creature? At first she is all but obscured in the foam. Then a great shake wracks her slender frame and egg-stuff goes flying, leaving in its sticky wake a wet, tiny green.

Ethereal Elixir Green

She is tempting, this sparkling, darling green of the Istan sands. Her thin build and sheer summer-grass hues contribute to the pale and lofty delicacy that defines her beauty. It is hard to imagine such a lithe, narrow neck burdened by straps and rider, hard to imagine such a slender and finely arched back supporting the work of beating wings. And what wings! Sails, a glassy cloak of transparent chartreuse, pour like wine from willow-thin spars of cloudy lime. Her paws are long-toed and agile, her legs so slim it seems the bones must be curved, bowing to even the slight weight of her sparing musculature. Slender snout and long, pearled headknobs grant her face an uncommon allure, and like her dam she is all wide, wide eyes against the wonders and woes of the world. Raked-back 'ridges that drape daring curves down her neck take more after her sire, as do prominent, glossy teeth.

Final Size: 20.25

Inspiration: Naijath is of course based on Satine, the famous star courtesan of the Moulin Rouge who suffers and eventually dies of consumption (tuberculosis). Her fatal condition lends her a certain darkness, but much of her depth actually stems from the life she's led. She does not dislike her work per se, though problems with some of her clients are to be expected and she dreams of a higher calling as a legitimate stage actress like her idol, Sarah Bernhardt (who also held a 'sideline' career as a courtesan!). Really, her world only begins to pull apart at the seams when she finds a soul so romantic and earnest that the gnawing void of cynicism she harbors is challenged. Her dedication to the practical thing conflicts with her attraction to the ideal thing, and this conflict probably has effects on her health every bit as severe as those of her illness. Thankfully Naijath bears no such fatal affliction and, while her weaknesses may make her sometimes desperate, she need never give in wholly to the darkness.

Naijath's description is based on absinthe, the popular recreational beverage and drug of the Bohemian period.

"Why live life from dream to dream / And dread the day when dreaming ends?"

Name: Naijath - Naijath's name is drawn from the name 'Naija,' which means 'daughter of wisdom' in Hindi, the usual language of India - the exotic locale spontaneously picked for the Spectacular Spectacular show presented in the Moulin Rouge. There's something reflective about being not just wise, but the daughter of wisdom.

Mindvoice: The touch of her mind is by turns an operatic swell of mind-mazing brilliance or a breathless, sandy-sweet purr. She has a sense for words which many dragons lack, a talent with the language of human speech, and is adept at adapting its rhythm and music to the communication of the mind. In short, she whispers; she murmurs; and she sings - oh, she sings. She is rarely at a loss for words; when she is, it is usually due to strong emotion. In those moments she may be prone to squeals, breathless squeaky gasps, flirty trills and droll rumbles. In time she'll come to recognize that her vocal acrobatics may earn her attentions both positive and negative - and learn in turn how to affect them for dramatic effect.

Internal Impression Message: Ethereal Elixir Green seems to gasp, a sharp high-pitched suck of breath. Something has affronted her, something has offended her, something has – oh! Her eyes widen, whirling a progression of hues from gold to scarlet to sudden, contented green as bejeweled as her hide. Something has enchanted her, something in a white candidate’s robe.

External Impression Message: << Oh! >> It is at first a lady’s squeal, a how-dare-you objection of such intimate intrusion. Then warmth and realization overtake the affront and a deep affection sprouts, a generous acceptance of you and of she as equals. And -she- is Naijath, a name that echoes in your mind like a whisper from eternity. << Oh, >> she repeats, and now it is a rich trill of pleasure and satisfaction: she had not known what she was looking for, had not known what hunger was. Not until now, having found you in the world. But hunger washes over her anew, and that undeniable tide takes you with it, searing into your stomach with gnawing certainty. << Oh, Noemie, you’re hungry, >> Naijath exclaims, adoring you with her pity. << We –must- get you fed! >>

Temperament

Weyrling:
Even in the beginning, her confidence and creativity lend Naijath a certain knack for getting out of tight spots. She’s adept at improvisation, a skill that’ll serve you both when you've spent the day playing in the bathwater rather than studying or strapmaking. << We wanted to be extra clean, >> she might tell the weyrlingmaster's dragon, << to impress you! >> Even when her excuses are ridiculously trite, somehow her charm sees her through - though she may not always succeed in bluffing her way out of trouble, more times than not she'll at least win forgiveness.

It isn't that Naijath lacks a work ethic; rather, she is motivated by her own intuition about what should be done and when, stemming from introspection and the study of others. She also tries to learn from those she admires. Her obsessions may change from week to week, driven by her idols and her passions: in order to achieve something meaningful, study and emulation of beloved dragons such as Faranth or Holth could be in order. It isn't her fault the silly weyrlingmasters assigned formation practice instead! Rules and instructions don't mean to her what they might to some dragons; she does not recognize them as fast law, and it's perfectly acceptable to break them as long as you don't get caught.

Naijath's problem, then, is that she isn't that good at not getting caught.

Oh, she's clever enough, but it’s sometimes her undoing. Perhaps she devises a way to sneak out of the barracks at night for a little illicit stargazing. As soon as she's accomplished this feat, she'll just have to tell her peers about it. Maybe even invite the weyrlingmaster's dragon out for a look!

Sometimes desperation makes her clumsy about it, but no matter how grave an offense she's committed, Naijath possesses an endless well of showmanship and cunning into which she may dip to preserve her pride and her grace.

Adult:
he’s a small dragon with big dreams. Never to be the ‘workhorse of the weyrs’ that some say greens are, Naijath makes up for her delicate body with wisdom and a will as strong as steel. She fears change, but craves it too; that contradiction, aging her soul far beyond her tender turns, results in doubt and conflict that are the main threats her determination will ever face.

She’s attached to the practical, a creature of habit, and this tends to undermine her aspirations. She may spend days in indulgent contemplation of a happy idea only to sacrifice all hope of achieving it to stick with what is safe and known. This habit betrays her inner cynicism, her perspective on the world that promises so many things and keeps so few of those promises.

Naijath plays favorites - there's no doubt of that. The thing is - it's hard to be sure if her favorites are chosen because of her affection for them or because of some advantage they might offer her - or you. She does have a certain weakness for those who are willing to protect her. If another dragon or rider shows an inclination to ease your workload or to spare hers, those individuals will soon number among her favorites.

She has a talent for picking out talent. Perhaps that ageless wit lends her an inner eye for individuals with promise. When eggs heat on Ista’s sands, Naijath will surely be among those searching. That’s not to say she’s in any hurry; she may not bring back as many candidates as that swift-choosing blue, but when Naijath makes her selections they’re almost obsessively absolute. << We -must- bring this one back, >> she’ll inform you – meanwhile playing aloof with the candidate-to-be. << I refuse to leave him behind. >>

Flight:
Never will the depth of her spirit be so unquenchably evident as when she shines and flies.

Not all greens blood before taking to the sky, but your Naijath very well might - and if she does, she is as likely to swallow a mouthful or two of sweet warm meat as not. You may find her performance on the killing fields shameful, but Naijath hardly knows shame. She'll fly high and fast and from above look down upon her courtiers, a sparkling diamond in a sky made just for her. The fact that one of them will catch her may even slip her mind as she glories in her own allure.

Pity the male who captures her at last. Even the broadest, strongest bronze cannot carry her far enough; even the cleverest, most acrobatic blue cannot thrill her enough. Have no doubt that she enjoys their efforts - almost as much as she enjoys their failures.

It takes a much deeper soul than most males possess to equal the weary wisdom that gnaws inside Naijath, and it will be kismet indeed if she finds that match in her lifetime. This hardly troubles her – complete in herself, she is perfectly content in solitude with you.

Wing:
Though she will never be a physical powerhouse and her stamina leaves much to be desired, Naijath's dedication to the task at hand will make her a valued member of any wing. If her loyalties change with the tides, well, that may be overlooked on account of her color.

Her ambition makes her determined; set her a task that promises her some benefit and she –will- accomplish it. She is not, however, a one-dragon show. As much as she believes in you and in herself, she is quite aware that it may be necessary to have others' help to achieve goals. Those most poised to help are often your wingmates so, for them, Naijath works her hardest. Do not mistake her selflessness for martyrdom - she watches their backs because someday, she might need those backs to step upon as she ascends into the stars.

In the matter of Threadfighting, Naijath is, like any dragon, dedicated. She is interested in preserving the necessary skills through drills and practice. The secret is that Naijath is so devoted to tradition because she fears Thread – and not just in the sensible, ‘it can kill you’ way. For this dragon that has never known Threadfall, the threat it poses to the order of the world she knows is unbearable. This anguish is one she’ll never share willingly – only if some near-disaster occurs might it overtake her in public, causing her mask of silent dedication to fall away and reveal the fear beneath.

Credits:

Egg: C'len
Description: V'lano
Temper: V'lano
Puppeteer: V'lano